On October 31, the lively Halloween Night Dinner was held in the Great Hall of Hogwarts Hall as scheduled.

Unlike last year, this time the students were looking forward to not only the delicious meal, but also the announcement of the triwizard contestants.

Due to Zhang Cheng's interference, ninety percent of the students in the three magic schools secretly stuffed their names into them, even though they knew in their hearts that the probability of being selected was never higher than one percent.

At this moment, humanity is on full display in terms of selective believing.

It's like buying a lottery ticket, where almost every buyer knows it's a million, or even a 1 in 10 million, but still thinks they're the lucky one.

But if it is replaced by another thing, such as a food that may cause cancer with a probability of 1 in 10,000, then people will see it as a flood beast and would rather choose not to eat it than to take the risk.

It's no wonder scientists say that whoever has mastered the human psyche will be able to control human behavior.

Appreciating the eyes of the students in the audience full of excitement and expectation, Zhang Cheng's expressionless face quickly flashed a hint of playfulness, and at the same time focused on Barty Crouch Jr. not far away.

I have to say that this guy doesn't know if he has read the book "The Self-cultivation of Actors", and he can play the crazy Alastor Moody vividly, and even the old fox Dumbledore has been deceived.

Of course, it's not that his acting skills are good, but that he found a simple and straightforward way so that no one will doubt himself.

The way to do this is to bark like a mad dog at those who have been part of the Death Eaters, such as Severus Snape, professor of Potions and Slytherin House, or Igor Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It is also thanks to Barty Crouch Jr. that Zhang Cheng has been extremely comfortable this semester, and he has not found any small moves in Snape in private for the time being.

You know, last semester, this pesky old bat was like a shadow, and it could come out of a dark corner at any time to startle people, and even do some small experiments sneakily.

But the so-called wicked have their own wicked grinding, and when they meet a real madman, even if they are as strong as Snape, they must choose to back down, after all, he used to be the right hand of the Dark Lord, and he is not clean under his ass.

As the last remaining bit of food on the plate was cleaned up, Dumbledore, who had always maintained a serious expression, finally stood up and waved his wand high.

Moment!

All the jack-o-lanterns and candles were extinguished, and the hall was pitch black, except for the glaring blue-and-white flame goblet.

As a medium for making magical contracts, the Goblet of Fire is undoubtedly powerful enough to deter most people who want to be opportunistic.

But unfortunately, it is only a dead thing anyway, with no soul and no independent thinking and discernment, and it is inevitable that it will be deceived once it encounters a wizard with good means.

"It's time! In a moment, the students whose names are called will go through the door behind the staff table to the next room. The old man didn't say much nonsense, and after nodding to the other two headmasters, he stared straight at the cup, patiently waiting for it to highlight the name of the first contestant.

After about ten seconds, the Goblet of Fire suddenly erupted with red sparks, followed by a piece of charred parchment floating out of the flames.

Dumbledore grabbed it in his hand, then announced in a clear and powerful voice, "The player representing Durmstrang in the Triwizard Tournament is Victor Krum!"

All of a sudden, there was thunderous applause in the hall, and many little guys even jumped up excitedly.

Obviously, as a Seeker who has competed in the final of the Quidditch World Cup, this young man has a high level of popularity, no different from the top sports stars in the ordinary world.

I saw that he didn't say a word, stood up and strode towards the designated door, and disappeared into the darkness in a short time.

When the discussion in the hall became quieter a little, the Goblet of Fire spat out a second piece of parchment.

"Beauxbatons is represented by Fleur Delacour!"

As Dumbledore's voice sounded again, a girl of heart-wrenching beauty stood up, her chin held high, and walked towards the next room with grace and pride.

Everywhere she passed, the boys couldn't help but widen their eyes, their breathing subconsciously became rapid, and the air was filled with a strong hormonal smell.

Thankfully, the awkward situation lasted less than thirty seconds, otherwise there might have been some embarrassing joke.

Seeing the girl with a special bloodline leave, Dumbledore turned around and took out a third piece of parchment from the Goblet of Fire.

Just as he lowered his head and was about to read the name above, he was suddenly stunned, and the old face showed an expression of disbelief, and only after two or three minutes did he announce in a deep voice: "It is Ron Weasley who represents Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament!"

"What ?!!!"

"Oh my God!

"The youngest son of the Weasleys, and what qualifies him to represent Hogwarts?"

"That's right! It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life!"

......

For a moment, every Hogwarts student couldn't help but protest loudly, even Ron's Gryffindor House.

After all, in everyone's mind, there are only two people who are qualified to represent Hogwarts.

One is Draco Malfoy, who has risen rapidly from his second grade to become the school's recognized king of dueling;

The other is Harry Potter, the "savior" who is able to chase after Draco's ass.

As for Ron himself, when he heard these criticisms and invectives, he neither tried to explain nor retort loudly, but simply squeezed out of the crowd with his head down.

But through those hands clenched into fists, it was not difficult to see how angry he was in his heart, so that from time to time a pale yellow light flashed in his pupils, and he hated to immediately transform into silence those bastards who laughed at him.

Strength!

Boys have never been more eager to gain the power to crush everything!

It was only then that he finally realized that his previous careful behavior of currying favor with Harry Potter was ridiculous, and if he hadn't woken up, he would have always been a clown around the "Savior" in the eyes of others.

Dominated by intense jealousy, every cell in Ron's body began to absorb the magical energy in the air around him, and then violently released it.

Bang!

After the violent explosion of the air, the marble under his feet collapsed, shattering into countless pieces and scattering in all directions, making all the students who were still denouncing it shut up.

Astound!

Doubt!

Indissoluble!

Even the Weasley twin brothers couldn't believe that their little brother could use magic to shatter a piece of hard marble without even a spell......

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